The next thing Erika knew, she was stirring, the early evening sunset shimmering through
the net curtains of her room. She couldn't believe she'd fallen asleep - she hadn't been
able to do the afternoon nap thing since she was like 6 or 7. Then the events of the day
started to come back to her, and as she finally moved on her bed, she felt the wet patch
that surrounded her and remembered the last thing she'd done.
She scrambled off the sodden mattress, anxious to see what the second spray had done to
her. Noticing a still absence of feeling down there, she feared the worst, that it hadn't
fixed her as she'd hoped; but when she looked, she realised even that fear was strangely
optimistic.
"Oh shit!" she said out loud, touching herself where the opening to her pussy should've
been, and feeling nothing but smooth, soft unbroken skin. Her vagina had completely
sealed over. She looked like a Barbie doll between her legs. She ran her fingers right
through to her butthole. Nothing. The only opening down there now was for number twos.
Erika's stomach did a backflip as she wondered what would happen next time she had to
pee. And when she thought about the other implications - like playing with herself, and
even more longterm, the kids she wanted to have, she started to cry a little. Suddenly she
wanted to throw the stupid salve out the window. She wished she'd never found it. She
didn't dare spray herself again, so it looked like what it had done to her was permanent.
She sat back down on the bed, helplessly brushing her fingers over her perfectly sexless
crotch, and even in her misery finding some fascination in how it felt - the smooth touch
to her fingers combined with the absolute absence of sensation where once had been an
explosion of pleasantness.
She stared across the room dejectedly at the salve on her dresser.